Chapter 75 Target Iron Fortress

After a period of rest, the coalition forces set out again. This time, they will return to Stormwind Kingdom and completely defeat the orcs. The main force of the human race is still the army composed of the survivors of Lordaeron, Stromgarde, Stormwind City, and volunteers from several other countries; Dalaran sent several battle mage teams; the Hammer Dwarves of the Hinterlands sent their own Gryphon Riders; the Elf Kingdom Quel'Thalas, under Richard's intervention, sent the Archer Healer Corps composed of Sylvanas and Vereesa, and also accompanied by the mercenary corps led by Richard. The commander-in-chief is still Lothar.

When Richard and Sylvanas arrived, they were greeted by Turalyon.

Turayan held Richard's hand, looking back for something, but he didn't find anything. He said with some disappointment: "Thank you for your support. The orcs will be driven back home, and the Alliance will win the final victory."

Richard held Turayan's hand and shook it: "We think so too."

After setting up the camp, Turayan couldn't help but find Richard and asked: "Richard, didn't Alleria come with you?"

Richard said naturally: "No, there are still some trolls in Quel'Thalas that have not been resolved. Alleria is leading people to eliminate those hidden dangers."

"So that's it..." Turayan left silently.

Richard looked at his back and raised the corner of his mouth maliciously.

"Lothar!"

Richard saw Lothar for the first time in the war. Lothar was still wearing the same armor with holes and pits. Only the golden lion head on the shield on the weapon rack was still shining, and the rest had been worn black.

"Why are you still wearing this armor?"

Lothar raised the armor on his body and said, "This armor can still be used. There is no need to change it. The money you gave me has been given to our people. They need help more than me."

Richard showed admiration on his face.

But in his heart, he sighed that Lothar had dedicated his whole life to the people, which was great, but this kind of person was the biggest threat to him. He must die. Must...

Lothar patted Richard on the shoulder and said, "I heard about your heroic deeds in the north. You did a great job. You are not a paladin, but you are greater than a paladin. You really should join the Order of Knights."

"Why are you the same as Faol..."

Lothar laughed and said, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about this. I asked you to come here because I need your help."

"Please tell me."

"Come, look here." Lothar brought Richard to the map.

Lothar pointed to the Dun Morogh Mountains north of the former site of Stormwind City and said, "The dwarves are in a critical situation. The orcs retreating from the north are now attacking the dwarves' last fortress, Ironforge. Ironforge is located deep in the Dun Morogh Mountains, but my people are not good at mountain warfare. The Kingdom of Alterac, which is the best at mountain warfare in the Alliance, cannot send troops to us because of internal problems. So, I hope you can send mercenaries who are good at mountain warfare to support the dwarves."

Richard nodded, "No problem."

Lothar adjusted his armor and said, "Then you get ready, we'll set off later."

"So soon? And who will be in charge here after you leave?" Richard was a little surprised.

"The situation in Iron Fort doesn't allow us to waste too much time. The defense here has been handed over to Uther, and Turayan will lead some people to advance."

Richard shrugged: "Okay, I'll go prepare now."

Richard returned to his camp and called Primatis to give him some instructions, and then ordered Florcia to select some mountain warfare elites to prepare to fight the orcs.

Florcia had just gone out when Sylvanas walked in with a bracelet made of branches.

Sylvanas shook the bracelet and said, "I just saw some soft branches, I broke them off and made this, what do you think?"

Richard stretched out his hand, and Sylvanas put the bracelet on his hand.

Sylvanas looked at it carefully and said, "Not bad."

Richard shook his arm back and forth and said, "Then I will always carry it."

Sylvanas smiled and said, "It will rot in a few days."

"Then you can make another one for me."

"Okay."

Richard suddenly said, "By the way, I haven't given you any gifts yet, golden rose treasures, rare weapon gems? Is there anything you want?"

Sylvanas thought for a while and said, "Those things are not new, and they are nothing to you. I want a gift you made yourself." A

gift made by yourself? It seems very interesting.

Until standing at the foot of the mountains of Dun Morogh, Richard was still thinking about what to make for Sylvanas.

"Richard, Richard!" Lothar's voice rang in his ears.

Richard turned his head to look at him. Lothar opened his mouth: "Are you ready?"

"Of course!"

"Go!" Lothar took the lead and was the first to grab the rope and start climbing up.

Onyxia and several griffon riders' previous reconnaissance found a shortcut that can directly bypass the gate of the Iron Forge, which can avoid most of the checkpoints set up by the orcs on the mountain road. The only difficulty is that you need to climb over several cliffs. Fortunately, with the air force at hand, this difficulty is not a difficulty.

The coldness on the snowy mountain is beyond imagination. As long as you open your mouth, the stinging cold wind will cut your mouth, and the broken ice mixed with cold snow will fly into your throat. Fortunately, everyone does not have to endure it for long. The Iron Forge can already be seen, and the orcs who are desperately attacking are also clearly visible.

"Zeng!" Losa drew out his long sword, and the golden runes on it shone and guided the crowd to attack.

The mercenaries dressed in white disguises rushed down with the snow and the howling mountain wind. Those orcs who were not only reckless did not notice the enemy behind them until they were very close, but it was too late. Losa and Richard rushed to the front. The orc that Richard had just killed had a surprised expression until his death, as if he was surprised why you could appear behind us and why the fools guarding the checkpoint did not warn. The most brutal one was Florsia. Her big sword had already chopped off the bodies of several orcs, and the intestines, livers and other things dyed the snow red.

Just as the orcs' rear guard changed to the front guard and prepared to counterattack, the gate of the Iron Fort opened, and a group of heavily armored dwarves rushed out with weapons such as axes, hammers, and muskets. The orcs, who were treated as sandwiches, could not resist and were quickly defeated.

A bearded man stood up and said, "I am Muradin. Bronzebeard, King Magni. Bronzebeard's younger brother, thank you for your help."

"I am Anduin. Lothar, the commander of the Alliance." Lothar shook his hand tightly and introduced Richard to him. "This is Richard, the leader of the mercenary group. Thanks to him and his mercenaries, we can get here in time."

Hiss, Richard felt a toothache when listening to Lothar's introduction. The title of the leader of the mercenary group felt so frustrating. Shouldn't he get a high-sounding title?